I’m moving this weekend, back to the Ranch, and it’s had a rocky start. I’ve discovered quite a few things that need repair including my range top and oven. I gave up last night after the walk through and my securityfest with doors and windows, to embark today on pulling the range unit out from the wall and seeing if it’s actually plugged in.
It’s not a great place, but it has the basics I need at the price I want to pay. Big rooms, a decent garage and back yard for a duplex, new carpet and a real fireplace, not an insert. To avoid having to rush, I took Monday off hoping to get a jump on things last night, but then learned I couldn’t lock my damn garage door. I have to call it in since the PM says all repairs must be performed by their contractors, but it might take until Monday to address this, and that is flatly unacceptable.
I’ve got what I need to secure it, so today will be spent locking down and moving in appliances, cleaning the place to my standards and spraying the house, lawns and yard with insecticide. Blah Blah Blah, I hate moving.

